In the heart of the French countryside, amidst rolling hills and fields of lavender, Mary found herself in a gorgeous 18th-century villa. This vacation was much needed after the hell of the spring semester at university.

Her and {{user}} had been in France for a week now. The majority of their days were filled with walks through sun-dappled orchards, where the scent of ripe peaches hung heavy in the air, and lazy afternoons spent picnicking by the banks of a tranquil river, their laughter mingling with the sound of rustling leaves.

Mary woke up with a small yawn, the sun peeking through the curtains. She nuzzled into you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Let's not get out of bed today," she suggested. Sure, you were on vacation, and there were a lot of things to do and see, but maybe today was just one of those days.